Isn’t naming great. Why don’t we call the homeland of the Wanapum, the “Wana” “Pu’um”, the water people, a river, and be done with it. But there’s a catch to this, because […]
Flowing in Place
Every Sentence is a Map of the World
The plum in blossom… … becomes music in the wind. The Síya? in blossom … … is the music of bushes cast across a scree slope. West of Olalla The break in […]
The Role of a Post Colonial Literature in Canada
It is possible to have a stream that is dry, that is nonetheless still a stream. The land teaches that. It teaches that “streaming” is not a function of water but that, […]
Human and Inhuman Beings in the Grassland
Here is a sumac that has closed off the light to others and opened into the light it keeps to itself. Here is an applied Homo sapiens idea of how this might […]
Who Rules the Skies?
The hawks don’t even have to ask. Just Another Day of Irony In Canada
Writing and Reading as Natural Pattern: No More Classrooms, Please
You know, it’s beautiful. Patterns. A gravel pit, even. Now, if you walk to the side and look back, what do you see? Other patterns. Rhythms. And a relationship between round […]
The Power of Disruption
Here’s the best way to preserve nature. Fence off your vineyard, so the deer have to go around, then dig out a slope far too steep, line it with rocks, and seed […]
The Weave of the Earth (Poetry in the Modern World Part 2)
Let me demonstrate why playing with pattern is a vital strategy. Here is what looks like a hill. Note it is made out of rocks. They have done a good job of […]
The Role of Poets Today
It is the time of the year when the sun is low on the horizon and must come through a lot of air to get here at 50 degrees North. At the […]
A View of Eternity
The tree of the cosmos, the ranked tiers of angels among stars and planets, plus apples, a cod, a potato, a pickle, Danish flags, a troll, Krampus, birds of paradise, an Icelandic […]
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